Mikhail stirred his eggs, waiting for the stove to heat, "Good morning," he called, hearing the door open.
"Morning," Victor laid on the rug, "Where'd you put my bags?"
"There in my room, Piotr wanted to check them for contraband." he rolled his eyes, "How'd you turn out?"
"I got my ss beat," he shrugged.
The man shook his head, "Same. Along with a long lecture on being more responsible and keeping contact."
Victor nodded, rolling his eyes himself, "Jimmy calls himself putting me on punishment. Wonder how he thinks that will work."
"Remember the good days, when it was us as the caretakers?" he smiled to himself, "Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah, sure," he rubbed his face against the rug, "Those were the good old days."
X
Logan tapped his foot impatiently. Now where was this chump? He wasn't supposed to leave the school and he knew it. He would choke the life out of him.
X
Dinner came and Logan had his plate, finally taking a moment to read the paper.
"Still hate cauliflower?" an obvious voice asked.
"Where were you?" he pointed, "You are suppose to be with me in the school."
"No I'm not. I was told no danger room," he sat to enjoy his meal.
"I expect you to be with me," he glared.
"Get use to disappointment," he bit into his veggies, " I didn't come here to be one of your students or your kid, I came here to be with you. I can go hang with my friends when I want."
Logan narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you look so handsome?" he teased, tickling his brother's neck. "That might bother someone else, but considering I lived with you for over a century, that doesn't do much to me. Asides make me think you're constipated," he smirked.
Logan flinched back, "Quit," he knocked his hand away, trying not to smile.
"You didn't even tell me what a I did," he bit into his chicken.
"I shouldn't have to tell you what…" he just dropped it.
"Here," the elder handed him a bag, "I got you some stuff."
Logan opened the bag and went wide eyed at the surplus of sugary heaven, "You trying to put me in a coma?"
"Wouldn't be your first time," he finished the soup and veggies.
X
Victor looked to his tablet, rubbing his brother's head as he slept. He wasn't in a sleeping mood. Checking his phone, he could see he had a text from one of the places he'd applied at. Appears he got the job. Good.
X
Scott walked the school, checking the students before he and Jean planned an outing.
Without paying attention he bumped into a sturdy frame. As he started to apologize he saw whom it was he had run into.
"Oh. You're still here," he narrowed his eyes behind the infrared shades.
"As are you."
Scott glared, "I don't know why you are here."
"Apparently I live here," he shrugged.
"I remember what you did. Very clearly." Scott said in disdain, Victor smiled at that comment making him angrier, "What the h3ll are you laughing about!?"
"How do you remember? You were unconscious. And then blind."
"You think that's funny?" he glared, "Assaulting and kidnapping someone? Terrifying an unassuming child?"
Victor covered a yawn and looked off in boredom, "Boo hoo. Done? I'm not sorry for what I did to you, since," he shrugged again, "I don't care about you. And I'm not here for you," he smiled wide before walking off, leaving Scott shaking with anger.
X
"I don't want him here!" Scott complained to the professor.
Xavier sighed, "I know what he did to you, but you cannot hold his past against him."
"He's not even sorry!"
"We haven't had any issues with him. Asides the power surge."
"What about the time he hit a student?"
-flashback-
"I'll be back," Logan looked to his brother, "Teach the kids," he handed him the workbook.
"Are you paying me? Because we've discussed me not doing your job for you," he raised a brow.
"I'll buy you something," he rolled his eyes, hurrying out to see what he'd been called for.
Victor slowly stood and glanced at the book, "Alright on to reading paragraph three. You, Sarah."
The young woman only got a sentence in before another student took her phone out and started texting.
Victor walked over, "This is class, not your free period."
"Oh it's ok, you're not the real teacher, just his brother," she shrugged, continuing to text.
The cat-like mutant plucked a phone from her grip and looked down.
"What the h3ll!? Give me my phone!" she stood up, instantly getting slapped across the face.
As the girl grabbed his red cheek in surprise Victor looked to him, "Get in that seat. You give me lip again and I'll throw this sh*t out the window, with you to follow."
"You hit a girl!" she shot a pointed glare.
"So?"
The young lady huffed but sat silently, looking to her book.
"Beat your ss like I do Jimmy's," he pocketed the phone, "Continue reading."
-end-
"This is a corporal punishment school," Xavier reminded him, "Has he sought you out?"
"Well, no," he crossed his arms in a huff.
"Then he has done nothing to rouse trouble. I've had no complaints of him, and he's respected rules and you."
"He's not even sorry," the original xman repeated.
"He's a psychopath. They seldom feel they've done wrong," Xavier was well versed in individuals with mental problems. But he completely understood Scott's anger.